Live With A ailen
After Along day of working the mines, I pulled up in my driveway at my remote first cabin deep in the mountains, the Cabin was at the end of a 3 mile long dirt road across a valley, I'll admit winters out here are challenging at best, My old earth 1965 pickup gets the job done, I live on a planet called Zantary 200 lightyears form Earth very silmer to Earth in mayways but cleaner and piceful.
I'm among the few humans on this remote world, having travelled here for personal reasons. I pulled up to my log cabin, turned off the truck and stepped out into the crisp air. I looked over at my shade, which was large and slightly. What sat inside was an old trallien shuttle that hadn't moved in 20 years.
I don't own it; it belongs to my wife and is one of the last vessels of her world. I remember that day 20 years ago as I walked up my porch and entered the Cabin. You would think I'm just a lonely mountain man whose wife has long since died, and you would be partly right, but my wife isn't dead in the human sense. My Wife is not human; she's a Trallen female, small, slender and sitting on the couch with a dead-eyed look on her face, staring at the fireplace mantle where I have 20 different ores, each one of a different colour and shape. All remnants of her home would I pane stankley clocted of the years.
My Wife Calla Ann lost her homeworld, and with it her soul and will to live. Trallion are soillue by nature, and to scrape them is like a death sentence. Their minds and bodies shut down and die evenly. Ann only survives because I keep her alive. As I look over at her, it pains me to see her like this.
I remember how she was before the destruction of her homeworld: young, vibrant, full of life and joy. She was always playful and dreamed of exploring the galaxy. Ann and I fell in love, got married, and 1 year later, it happened everything changed.
The attack on her homeworld, the cracking of the planet's core. We barely survived the blast. Ann was the sole survivor out of 800 million; she lost everything that day, and nothing's been the same since. It's been 20 years since then, and Ann hasn't spoken a single word.
I take care of her needs, and I had to learn really fast how Trallion Biology works and to initiate her needs, what foods were safe to eat, her bathing needs, and what safe environment she can survive in. I became a Trallion expert on the topic. Trallions are small, normally 4 to 5 feet tall, green-skinned, and have very distinct needs. They mate every 20 years and only twice in their life cycle. I need Crifel to monitor Ann's needs and make sure she survives.
I walked up and sat beside Ann quietly, laying her on my lap, making sure she knew I was there. Most men would have given up on her and let nature take its course, but this woman lost too much, and I was her only reason for her to survive. It was too painful; her heart had been closed off. I no longer feel her thoughts or feelings. She's like a living doll, just sits quietly, and it's slowly eating at me.
I picked her up then and took her to the bathroom, where I bathed her. I got used to it over the years. Ann won't wear her garments from her homewould and just wears my old hoodie and boxers that are too big for her. Washing her body was intended to be more complicated than a human's, as her pointed ears and horns can't come in contact with water; her thin, long tail, once the expression of her kind, is now motionless, hanging limp. Trallion Tails are snivels and were the pinctl of Ann's churl, now just an oval appendage.
After bathing, I carried her to bed. Trallions need 12 - 10 hours of sleep. I laid her down on the bed and made sure she was warm. Her eyes were watching me. I wish I knew what she was thinking as I tucked her in and kissed her before leaving her at peace.
I closed the bedroom door an leand agents it. I did the same route for the past 20 years. I sighed heavily, wishing she would at least speak to me. I have to change this; I was 45 years old now, and I knew I couldn't live forever. Trallions live for 300 years, and when my time ends, Ann's fate will follow soon after. I knew I was only delaying the inevitable. I went on and sat in my armchair by the fire.
I knew something had to be done. I picked up my data pad and scrolled thow it. Trallion and humans: Biology capable of reproduction even throw its was said to be impossible. I found out that it was farther from the truth. I knew everything about Ann at this point, tho her smaller sexual organs wore silmer to a human. Hers is slightly different in texture and shape. I'd seen her naked enough times to know that. Ann, in theory, was capable of having children. I really wished we did it; the thot bothed me.
At that moment, Ann, for the first time, moved the bedroom door open, and she stood there leaning against the doorframe as if to respond to my thots and for a brief moment I heard her voice once again. I turned my head to look at her, and she had a tear running down her cheek. I got up in shock and said Ann are you ok?
She didn't speak or move; she stood there staring at me. I then said to Ann I want children with you. My voice chaken an I spoke. I can't let this keep going. I didn't know what more to do or say. I knew Ann had one last chance of repudiation, then the window would close.
Ann stood there in silence, then slowly her tail moved in response, and something in her amber eyes flicked as she slowly nodded before returning to the bedroom. This was the first time in 20 years she moved on her own, and I felt her answer, overwhelming me; she wanted the same thing.
Traillon females are bound themselves to one male for their entire lives and are solely devoted. However, I've been solely devoted to her, and Ann has been closed off, quiet and still. As evening approached, I was inside Ann's shuttle, sitting in the small cockpit. I maintained it and kept it hidden. The shuttle is the size of a city bus and capable of flight. It also holds the only surviving archive of Trallion history, which I painstakingly lured to translate. At this point, it's a how-to live with a Trallion guild.
Something about this shuttle was relaxing: its smooth hull, clean interior and soft golden lights. I was reading a passage on the logs about Trallion pregnancies and the protocols on them. It was straightforward. Trallions can have multiple offspring in a short cycle, and unlike humans, they can interbreed with their own kin. This meant I, single-handedly, in theory, can revive Trallion civilization.
I sat there thinking about Ann with 6 half-breed children and the life she once had; my thoughts were interrupted by the copit doors hissing open and closed, startling me, and Ann stood there behind me. I spun around, surprised, and Ann spoke for the first time in 20 years, she said your thots are too loud; can't sleep. Sorry, I told her. I forgot that Trallion bounds can hear each other when strong emotions towards them are applied. It's been so long I completely forgot about it.
This was the 2nd time Ann came; she was standing there completely naked and stone-faced as if not to care about it. I said to Ann, aren't you cold? Your body can't regulate temperature in this weather. Ann just stood there, then I said You should be inbed its not good for your... and cut me off, something she never did before, and her eyes shifted, then she looked at me. She tried speaking agen her voice was coarse from being unused.
Ann said I want sex. I looked at her; in all the 25 years I've known her, this was something a Trallion would never say. The meaning was clear. I know Ann has complex dialogue, and this was strange even for her. I looked at her and said Ann, you mean the intel mating rights. I spoke in her native tongue so she would understand. Ann shook her head and repeated herself.
Ann then said it agen slowly and clearly in English, repeating the words and pointing to her private parts. Making it very clear she wasn't being misunderstood. I said, " In surprise, Ann, your cycle isn't for another 6 months, Ann walked right up to me with her hands on my knees and looked up at me, then said Sex, I want it, you and me! Her eyes flared up with that look she used to have when she was determined about something. The old Ann finally woke up. I hugged her at that moment.
I picked her up and sat her on my lap. We did it for the first time right there. Trallion sexually was something I have no words for. Ann was passionate, and the pleasure was overwhelming. This was unheard of for A Trallion to have intercourse just for pleasure, but who was going to stop her or tell her this was against her laws?
Ann didn't care. Something broke inside her as she held me; it was so completely unlike her kind. Ann didn't stop or slow; she wanted more as the evening turned to night. Ann didn't let up. I realized after 20 years off, no sex, she just couldn't take it anymore and wanted a connection again. She was desperate; the only way to connect was intercourse. For her, it was all she had left of her world. For me, I was glad she finally became her old self.
As the weeks passed, Ann was more mobile; she slowly walked short distances, her skin colour returned to the verdant green hue, and Ann would use the washroom on her own. I could now focus more on other things that needed doing. Each night, we did it because she needed it for survival, and she became more active. Ann said the organic fluid from me was like a battery for her.
I don't understand why it took her this long, and there is no data on it, but Ann simply said my thoughts woke her up from a sleep. Perhaps it was something in her genetic code; whatever the reason, I don't want Ann to go back to that dead state agent. Ann still holds the pain of her lost homewould and I can see her pain in her eyes.
Ann had to learn how to do certain things like bathe, use the washroom and eat, as she forgot how most would find it awkward, but I didn't mind it. Nothing about Ann's body felt strange; unlike human females, Trallion females didn't menstruate or have pubic hair, and their breasts wore one size among their kind, while males wore more like a male human, tall, bulky and big attitudes, according to Ann.
